peccadillos

they were mild peccadillos
at first.

small sins.

like using all the hot water,
or trimming
her hair in the sink.

hiding her phone, walking
deep into the woods
alone.

leaving the door unlocked.
whistling
while I tried to write,

or think.

and sleeping in the other room
at night.

small things, small things,
but in time,

something obviously
wasn't right.